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day of the Long Victoria weekend. Things had calmed down somewhat by the afternoon. As slot headed out for a routine patrol along the highway with the time approaching three pm, he was distracted by the sight of a man walking stiffly along the south shoulder, carrying a briefcase in one hand and clutching his stomach with the other. As Salotky's car drew closer, the man looked up suddenly and waved
frantically toward the officer. After a quick you turn, Salotki brought the car to rest about ten feet from the man, who looked to be about fifty and was dressed in light colored trousers with a brown jacket and a gray cap on his head. As the man stared intensely at Salotki through the windscreen, seeming a little unsteady on his feet. Only then did Saloki realize that the man's chest was completely bare underneath his jacket, with what appeared to be
streaks of charcoal smeared across it. Salotki put on his hat and stepped from the vehicle. Stay away from me, said the man, suddenly, holding a hand out toward the officer. Is everything okay, sir, asked Salotki. Taking a step closer, he could see the man's eyes red, his stomach and chest were two, as though he'd been out under the sun all day. He was also clearly inebriated, thought the officer. I mean it, said the man. Don't come any closer.
Why not, said Saloki, Because I've just seen two spaceships, and I'm afraid you might get radiation poisoned from me, said the man, without missing a beat. Salocki did his best to stifle a laugh, then realized the man wasn't joking. The officer looked toward the low line of trees bordering the highway to the north and toward the endless empty sky above them, as one car after another swept past. When Saloki asked the man for some id He padded his pockets, then held up a finger as if suddenly
remembering something. He popped the latches on his briefcase, then took out a sheet of pain berth from inside it and held it out in front of him as far as he could reach without stepping any closer to the officer, then motioned for Sloke to take it. Sloke rolled his eyes, then grabbed it from the man, who then shuffled back a few paces. Slotke scanned the document. Well, mister mccrlac, you mind telling me what you've been doing out here this afternoon mc carlac or Stefan mccarlac to give him
his full name. Winced in pain, then hesitated for a moment, as if I'm sure about what he was about to say next. Then finally he began to talk. He'd spent the morning roughly two miles away to the north, out in the brush of the surrounding area known as White Shell Provincial Park, prospecting on a claim he'd been working for a good few months. Things had been going well when out of nowhere he spotted two glowing red lights
approaching from a distance. As the lights drew closer, he realized they were in fact aircraft, only they looked nothing like anything he'd ever seen before. Both were source of shaped about thirty six feet wide, with a dome at the top. When the objects got to within one hundred and fifty meters of where he was, one of them descended from the sky and landed on a small shelf of rock not thirty meters from where he was standing.
Assuming there was some kind of military vehicle, he approached the craft and even touched it, only for it to suddenly become searingly hot as it began to take off again. Then a blast of hot air had shot out of it, knocking Micrlac over and tearing his shirt off, damaging his hat and undershirt too. Moments later, the craft rose up into the sky and, along with the second vehicle, shot off at tremendous speed and then disappeared into a cloud.
He showed Slotki where he'd been struck by the hot air, pulling his jacket open to reveal a strange gridlike pattern of what looked like small circular burns on his stomach in a five by four rectangular pattern. Sulochi then saw also that the black stuff smeared over them was some
kind of ash. Then Miss Carlac showed him the back of his cap, which had also been burned, and said that he'd put the damaged undershirt in his briefcase, But when Sloki asked to look at it, mis Carlac refused, worried that it might somehow poison him if he got
too close to it. After making a drawing of the objects for Suloki to take back to his superiors, mis Carlac declined the offer of a lift back to Fulken Beach, where he was staying in a nearby hotel, then thanked the officer for his help and set off on his way again. Slotki returned to his car, where he sat for a moment, watching the strange man as he ambled off along the shoulder of the highway, realizing then that despite his first impressions, he hadn't smelt any alcohol on
his breath at all. Then Slotki put his car into gear and pulled out into the road. You're listening to Unexplained and I'm Richard McClean smith. By four pm, Constable Slotkey was back at his desk at the Royal Canadian Mounted Police Detachment Office, when he was informed that a man was waiting for him outside in the car park. It was mcarlac, wanting to know where the nearest hospital was.
Mccrlac once again refused to lift to get there, claiming he didn't want to put the officer in any danger, and promptly headed off to find the nearest bus station. Later that night, mccrlac received treatment for thermal burns at the Miseracordia Hospital in Winnipeg, where he lived. When he finally arrived home, mccarlac contacted the Winnipeg Tribune newspaper and
told them about his incredible story. Though no one was on hand that night, reporter head that Chisvin was sent round to his home on Lindsey Street the following night to get the details. On arrival, she was greeted by Stefan's wife, Maria, and led into the living room, where she found a seemingly weakened, pale Stefan convalescing on the sofa.
Mccarlac claimed to have been vomiting constantly ever since coming into contact with the unknown craft, and had not been able to keep any food down, not even bread or milk. He was also plagued by terrible headaches and a bizarre taste that he couldn't seem to shake from his mouth, like burning electrical wire. Heather looked to Maria, who confirmed it was all true. The deep concern for her husband
etched clearly on her face. The couple's equally worried children had also gathered to join them, nineteen year old Mark and nine year old Stan. A third child, Eva, was away from home at the time. Heather flipped open her notebook and asked Stefahn to tell her everything. Stefan mccarlac was born in Poland in nineteen sixteen and had survived the Second World War, having first fought in the Poli Army, then joined the Polish Resistance when his country fell under
the occupation of Adolf Hitler's Germany. After five years under German occupation, despite the war being over, Poland soon found itself effectively occupied by Stalin's dictatorial Soviet Union, who in nineteen forty five helped establish a Polish Communist government. The following year, Stefan and Maria were married. Two years later, their family of two had become four with the birth of a daughter and son. But as the Communist government with the support of the Soviet Union began a violent
crackdown on anyone who opposed the new regime. Mircarlach grew increasingly worried for his and his family's future. After fleeing to Germany alone, he then emigrated to Canada in the hope of bringing his family with him. It wouldn't be until a further ten years, however, before mccarlac's could be finally reunited. By nineteen sixty seven, Stefan worked as an industrial mechanic for the Winnipeg branch of the Inland Cement Company,
having become enamored with the great outdoors. Since moving to Canada, he developed a passion for geology and the art of prospecting, all of which led him to be at Falcon Lake on the evening of Friday, nineteenth of May, where he'd stayed the night in a hotel before making his way to a small claim he'd been working about half a mile west and two miles north of the lake the following morning. The claim was located in a large open patch of scrub on the edge of a small body
of water, surrounded by birch and pine. That morning when he arrived there, sometime around eight am. He startled a flock of geese as he approached, worried they might hassle him. Mccarlac was relieved when they quickly down and seemed to no longer notice him. Mccarlac then promptly got to work measuring out a large quartz vein he discovered near the spot before. He took out his hammer and began to
chip away at it. After a few good hours work, Stefan had just taken a break when he was startled by pained screeches coming from the geese who were flapping and splashing about on the water. Turning to see what all the commotion was about, mccarlac spotted a strange, fuzzy red light far off in the distance above them, in a south southwesterly direction. Then he spotted a second one just behind it that seemed to be following the same path.
As the lights came closer, he realized with some surprise that they were in fact aircraft of some kind, shaped like saucers that appeared to be spinning at high speed. Believing the aircraft were simply recent additions to the Canadian Air Force, mec carlac watched them with a calm sense of intrigue as they drew closer and closer, until one of them dropped down and landed about thirty feet away,
while the other stayed hovering in the sky. With the craft having landed, as mec Carlac continued to explain its rotation, velocity began to decrease, and with it, so too did the intensity of its red glow. Like a hot coal getting cooler, it dimmed steadily until with the glow gone completely, the craft was revealed to be made from some kind of metallic material that was a light brass in color.
After apparently watching it to do nothing for ten minutes, mec Carlac then claimed a hatch opened up on the side of it, through which he was able to see a bright, multi colored column of light shining out from in sight, surrounded by ribbed walls. It was then that he heard the voices. They were quiet at first, but grew steadily louder, like a group of men excitedly discussing something. He thought Further attempts to communicate in numerous languages also
fell flat. Then the hatch simply closed up again and the device started to spin once more. In his confusion, micrlac claimed he couldn't help but approach the craft to try and get a better sense of what it was. When he put his gloved hand to the surface, it burnt the tips of the fingers. Then seconds later he
was struck by an almighty burst of hot air. The next thing he knew, he was on the floor, with his shirt on fire and in tatters, lying on the ground before him, hurrying to his feet to stomp out the flames lest they spread to the forest. He could only watch on with what was now utter disbelief as the craft steadily lifted back into the air, then shot off five times faster than any jet he'd ever seen, and alongside the other one, disappeared into the clouds. This
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The following day, with the Royal Canadian Mounted Police keen to hear more, Corporal C. J. Davis and Constable Zacharias visited mcarlac at his home. They found him sitting on the sofa, clearly in some distress, looking frail and weak, having apparently lost thirteen pounds in the last three days. After being questioned on the matter, Stefan assured the incredulous officers that everything they read in the article was correct, and showed them the burns on his stomach, which were
still prominent, to prove it. But when they asked if he would lead them to the apparent landing sight to investigate further, he seemed suddenly reticent, claiming that he was still too ill to do anything so strenuous, and when they returned the following day with maps and birds eye photographs of the region, he struggled to pinpoint exactly where
the alleged incident occurred. Then Davis asked me Carlac if he'd been drinking at all that day or the night before, thinking back to the report he'd dread of Constable Garrys Lootkey's first engagement with him back on the Saturday afternoon, but Micrlac insisted he'd been sober throughout the weekend. Later that day, an RCMP officer paid a visit to the Falcon Lake Hotel, where meccrlac had stayed on the Friday night.
The manager remembered the man well, especially the fact that he'd served him at least five bottles of beer before he retired for bed around eleven PM. A hotel housekeeper, however, attested that she'd found no evidence that meccrlac had continued drinking in his room. On May thirtieth, with the Canadian Air Force having joined the RCMP in taking an interest in the story, Squadron leader pauled Biskie joined Corporal Davis on an aerial search of White Shell Provincial Park in
the hope of finding the apparent landing site without mecrlac. However, the search proved fruitless. On tune first, meccrlac declared he was finally well enough to lead the RCMP and Canadian Air Force to the landing site. However, when they finally made it into the brush together, me carlac proved a lackluster guide, apparently unsure exactly of where he'd been. He claimed then that he'd simply followed a quartz vein and had just gone wherever it took him without paying too
much attention to his surroundings. At ten pm, after covering four square miles, of territory, the search was abandoned. Davis told me carlac to get in touch if he ever planned to go looking for the site again. About the same time, meccrlac was contacted by doctor Roy Craig, the major field investigator for the University of Colorado's UFO project, which was funded by the US Air Force to invest
gate unidentified aerial phenomena. Craig had been impressed with mccrllac's story and also made efforts to find the landing site with him, but again mccrlach struggled to find it. Growing tired of Stefan's apparent prevaricating and with much of his story not adding up, Squadron leader Bisky traveled alone to Fulkembe Beach to investigate a nearby microwave tower, which had
been suggested as the real source of miccrlac's burns. Biskey scaled up the strange concrete tower, with its array of alien looking antennas and dishes, perched high up to the north of the lake, and gazed out at the silence surrounding forest. He found no evidence to suggest that meccrlac had been there. Then, on June twenty sixth, Biskey received a call from Stefan. He'd finally found the landing site.
As he explained into the squadron leader, he'd gone out the day before with a man named Gerald Hart, who had convinced him to try and find the location again. Hart, who had a long running fascination with UFOs, ran an electronic store in Winnipeg and was apparently in the process of developing a device that could detect interstellar vehicles. As mccarlac went on to explain, he and Hart were now partners in this venture, whatever it was, but more importantly,
they'd found evidence of the landing. Annoyed by this new turn of events, Biskey suggested to Corporal Davis did they go round to mccarlach's house to take a look at this apparent evidence for themselves. With Davis otherwise engaged, a corporal Anderson was sent instead. When the officials arrived, mccrlac wasive and claimed not to remember Davis's instruction to inform him if he ever planned to look for the site again. Seeing Bisky's obvious frustration with it all, miccrlac suggested that
he follow him downstairs to the cellar. Once there, Stefan rummaged about at a work desk, then handed the squadron leader two clear plastic bags, in one of which was the tattered remains of the shirt he claimed to be wearing on the day of the event, while the other contained samples of soil and moss that he claimed to have gathered from the scene. He'd also recovered his steel measuring tape too. He handed it all over to Bisky, who agreed to have it tested for him for any
sign of residual radiation. Then Bisky pressed him again and where they could find the landing site, and asked how mccarlac had found it. In the end, then mccarlac confessed known where it was all along, but had not wanted to tell anyone because he believed the site to be rich and nickel and wanted his claim on the land to be made official before he went public with its precise location. He'd only shown gerald Hart where it was after receiving assurances that his interest was strictly to do
with UFOs. Three weeks later, on July eighteenth, the soil sample, steel tape, and pieces of burned clothing were delivered to the RCMP Crime Detection Lab in Ottawa. A week later, Corporal Davis received a telex message from the Mounted Police Commissioner. It read UFO reported by Stefan mccarlac. Laboratory tests here
indicate earth samples taken from scene highly radioactive. A gamma ray spectral analysis of the three samples revealed activity levels of up to approximately no point five curries of radium two to six or its equivalent. Radiation Protection Division of Department of Health and Welfare Concerned that others may be
exposed if traveling area not restricted. It was then recommended by the Department of Health and Welfare that the area be closed off immediately to avoid anyone else being exposed to the radiation, with department officials Stuart Hunt being dispatched
to make a thorough investigation. With Hunt convinced that mccarleach was simply making the whole thing up, he traveled first to a well known nuclear waste disposal site in East Braintree, located about twenty five miles west of Fulcombe Beach, believing mccarleack's soil samples had in fact come from there. But Hunt found no evidence to suggest that mccrlac had been
anywhere near the disposal site. With it becoming increasingly likely that there was a genuine radioactive hazard out in the wilderness, it became imperative for mccrlac to reveal its location. Squadron Leader Bisky and Corporal Davis then drove Hunt to mccrlac's home, along with another UFO enthusiast named Barry Thompson, who had also been out to see the site. Hunt made it clear in no uncertain terms that he had to investigate
the area, and mccrlac finally relented. After confiscating the rest of the soil from a Carlac's home, Hunt made a check of the property, relieved to find no other radioactive material inside it. Then, on the morning of July twenty eighth, mccrlac was driven out to Fulken Lake, where he met up with Hunt, Bisky, and Davis, along with a number of other RCMP and Air Force officials, with mac carlac leading the way. Together, they stepped through the tree line
to the north of TransCanada Highway one. After walking a good few hours, me carlac brought them to a stop about two miles north of the highway when they emerged into a clearing alongside a small body of water. Then he pointed to a small patch of Precambrian rock. There he said, that's where it came down. The location was barely a hundred feet from where Davis had sat to take a break on the other side of a narrow ravine way back in May when they'd first tried to
find it, but it had been obscured by trees. Plain markers were dotted all over the place with meccrlach's name and details on them. As Davis stood looking at the rocky floor by the water, cutting through the moss and other vegetation that clung to the rock, the outline of a strange circle could clearly be seen about fifteen feet in diameter, which, according to mccrlac, had been made by
the craft. As Davis snapped away with his camera taking pictures of the scene, mccarlac took them through the events of that peculiar morning in May, pointing to an opening in the trees about twenty degrees north by northeast from the apparent landing spot. Mccrlac explained that that was the route the craft had taken when it arrived and where
it had traveled back to when it shot off. But didn't you say it came from that way, asked Biskie, pointing to the sky in a south by southwesterly direction, as mccrlac had first told investigators. Stefan screwed up his face as he apparently tried to recollect what he'd said before, then turned back to face north northeast. Perhaps I was just confused, he said. Meanwhile, Stuart Hunt set about taking further samples of moss and soil, carving pieces of it
out from between the cracks of the rock. A few days later, Hunt delivered his findings. The Undersigned does not intend to prove one way or the other whether a UFO had been sighted, as there are still too many unknowns. There are, however, two conclusions that are of interest to this division. A radioactive contamination of the rock and lychens was found at the alleged UFO landing site. The origins
of this contamination as yet to be determined. B The radiation levels measured were not high enough to create radiation hazard to the general public. It was a relief to all concerned that the location was no longer dangerously radioactive, if it ever had been before. Not least of all for mccarlac, who was now free to continue prospecting on it. As for determining what had happened exactly, everyone remained at a loss, finding that the soil from the apparent landing
site was contaminated with radium. Two six six, Department of Health and Welfare official Stuart Hunt suggested that mccarlac might have used some kind of luminous paint, which often utilized the substance in order to stage a hoax, a product that was often used by the inland cement company who mccrlac worked for. In August nineteen sixty seven, Corporal Davis contacted mccrlac superior at the company, mister R. West, who confirmed, however,
that none of their paints contained radium. In twenty nineteen, mccarlac's son Stan mccarllac, along with author Chris Ratkowski, published the book When They Appeared Fulken Lake nineteen sixty seven, The Inside Story of a Close Encounter, detailing what they
say is the most comprehensive retelling of the story. In it, they claimed that in nineteen sixty eight, Stefan mccarlac, apparently still suffering from his alleged brush with the UFO with headaches and blackouts, not to mention the constant disappearance and reappearance of those strange burn marks, took a trip out
to the supposed landing site. There he found a number of strange pieces of silver covered in a peculiar black substance that was later apparently found to be a radioactive uranium or embedded in the cracks underneath where the alleged foe was said to have landed. To this day, the Canadian Department of National Defense identifies the Falcon Lake incident as unsolved. If you enjoy Unexplained and would like to help support us, you can now do so via Patreon.
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